Chapter Twenty
Nell’s heart began to beat faster. Her throat became even dryer. She moistened her lips and said, “Shall we sit on the sofa?”
And then she blushed scarlet, blood rushing to her face.
Black smiled. “Yes,” he said, and pushed up from his chair. But he didn’t come around the table and take her hand; instead, he crossed to the door and locked it. Then, he turned to look at her.
They stared at each other for a long, long moment.
Nell’s heart beat even faster. The blush stayed hot in her cheeks.
Black walked back to the table. He should have been intimidating, with that strong nose and those dangerous cheekbones and the sheer size of him, but he wasn’t, because his lips were curved in a faint smile, and when he halted at the table and looked down at her, she saw that the smi
